The Kite Flyer
poem by:
Cecilia Crasto
Written
on Jul 19, 2016
It's bright and early and he's on the beach A lesson in kite flying he begins to teach Come he calls to those passing by And watch me fly my kite so high He raises his hands he dances around His feet are barely touching the ground His fingers are nimble his arms are strong The kite is pretty and the string is long The wind picks up he releases the kite The crowd is ecstatic and clap with delight He navigates with skill he controls the height Is this the Messiah they whisper in fright He looks with pride at his kite flying high Darting and diving like a bird in the sky He invites the crowd to come fly a kite He has them in colors of red blue and white The man grows weary so the show must stop He brings the kite down with a gentle drop He waves to the crowd and it's time to go I'll be back tomorrow he says bowing low.
Tags: happy, rhyme, encouraging,
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Sea High commented:
There's an almost childlike sense of wonder in your poems, beautiful :)
A previous user
commented:
I love the rhyme. We should never grow too old to fly a kite.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Lovely poem.I like flying kites.
Geoffrey Brewer
commented:
A lovely word picture of innocent beauty.
Edward shields
commented:
Great feelings in your poem.
Maria Williams
commented:
How vividly you've captured the imagination, I could almost see those kites of red ,blue and white.Love it.
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Thank you everyone for your kind comments, I do appreciate them.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Lovely poem Cecilia.....everyone likes watching kites flitting about the sky.....
ann parks
commented:
I'm right there on the beach with him .....wonderful!
